Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 754: Chapter 362: Life and Death True Seed! Sudden Turn of Events_2

”When you bullied him, did you ever consider what it means to be excessively oppressive?”

Zhang Fan spoke coldly. He turned around, the Dragon Toad Treasure Qi in his palm boiling, seizing the void, and caught that mass of fiery clouds in his grasp.

”You suppress him with your realm, I can do the same.”

Zhang Fan’s five fingers interlocked, crushing that molten mass of fire cloud into powder, with crimson gales surging, hot and searing.

Almost simultaneously, from his Primordial Palace, Eightfold Primordial Light rose skyward, the terrifying aura causing everyone’s vision to begin to twist and blur.

”Great Master Eighth Realm... he...”

”At such a young age, he has reached this level. He is hopeful for the position of Sect Leader... Who exactly is he?”

”At such a young age, refined Eightfold Primordial Light, this kind of person will definitely not be an obscure nobody... Besides An Wuyang, is there such a master on Zhongnan Mountain?”

All the experts of the Wang Family were astounded, their Primordial Spirits trembling, all perception halting at this moment, the vast and boundless heavens and night seemingly left with only that figure, glowing with Eightfold Primordial Light, infinite in radiance.

”Zhang Fan, are you suppressing me with your realm?” Wang Qingshan roared to the sky.

His eyes were nearly torn apart, feeling as if the Spirit Platform at his brow was being ripped open, with Fivefold Primordial Light quivering, cracks emerging under such terrifying oppression.

Not to mention Zhang Fan’s realm being three layers higher, even at the same realm, his Primordial Spirit was unable to withstand the pressure of Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

At this moment, he truly felt fear, felt terror.

Under such pressure, his Primordial Spirit was unable to endure; the fragments of Primordial Light might shatter the foundation, ending any hope of cultivation.

Bang...

Finally, a crisp cracking sound fell, akin to the sound of Wang Qingshan’s heart shattering.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, a beam of his Primordial Light shattered, scattering into star-like dots, sprinkling over Cang Mountain, dissolving into the void.

”It shattered... The Primordial Light shattered...”

”Just relying on aura pressure, he erased Wang Qingshan’s realm and ruined his foundation!”

On Cang Mountain, there was a dead silence, only the sound of shattered Primordial Light echoed among the haunting mountain breeze.

Wang Qinglian’s delicate face was filled with disbelief, feeling as though the master who crushed Wang Qingshan beneath his feet so effortlessly appeared out of nowhere, as if within a dream, unreal and illusory.

”Is it a nightmare!?”

”Zhang Fan, you...” Wang Qingshan’s voice echoed, filled with unconcealed anger.

Buzz...

The oppressive force remained, surging like turbulent tides, layer upon layer, as cracks continued to extend over the residual four beams of Primordial Light of Wang Qingshan’s Primordial Spirit.

Bang...

Another beam of Primordial Light shattered.

Wang Qingshan was like a trapped beast, lacking even the qualification to reveal tusks and claws; in comparison, he was more like fish on a chopping board, left to be butchered.

”He’s still like this!”

From afar, Meng Qiwu watched this scene, a complex expression on her face, a segment of unpleasant memory rising in her mind.

That day, in Toad Treasure Mountain, Zhang Fan was so domineering and strongheaded, even she almost perished at his hands.

Meng Qiwu did not want to become too unpleasant with the Wang Family, but against Zhang Fan, she felt powerless, unable to persuade him.

”Zhang Fan, you’ve crossed the line.”

Suddenly, a cold voice resonated in the deep night, the mountain wind howling, and a figure flickered, standing in front of Wang Qingshan, whereupon the wild oppressive force ebbed and slowly dissipated like tidewater retreating.

”Brother Qingyi!”

Wang Qinglian recognized the newcomer and exclaimed. The light reignited in her eyes like night giving way to dawn, seeing the radiance of hope representing light between heaven and earth.

”Brother, he...”

Wang Qingshan slumped to the ground, his breath feeble to the extreme. His Spirit Platform continued to tremble, with two layers of Primordial Light shattered, his realm regressed, more tormenting for him than death.

More importantly, his Primordial Spirit was already unstable, with the remaining three layers of Primordial Light covered in fissures, fragmented and loose, and further progress seemed nearly impossible.

Reflecting on this, his gaze at Zhang Fan grew colder, with his cultivation path severed, death would have been a relief.

”Zhang Fan, there was an agreement between us, and you broke it...” Wang Qingyi said coldly.

”Taoist Brother Wang, what do you mean!?” Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.

”We had an agreement long ago, whoever finds him first, he belongs to them,” Wang Qingyi said in a deep voice.

”By intervening to save him, you have broken the agreement.”

Saying this, Wang Qingyi glanced at the side towards Meng Qiwu.

”Taoist brother misunderstood, I am not intervening to save anyone...” Zhang Fan shook his head and said.

”Then what were you just doing?”

”Sparring!” Zhang Fan spat out two words.

”What?” Wang Qingyi was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn’t heard clearly.

”I was just sparring with Brother Qingshan, does this not count as violating the agreement!?” Zhang Fan asked.

At these words, everyone was left looking at each other, momentarily at a loss on how to refute.

”Zhang Fan, you...”

Wang Qingshan’s eyes were wide open, staring hard at Zhang Fan, a mouthful of old blood spewing out.

He had never seen such shamelessness.

”Fine, since you said it was sparring, then let it be sparring.” Wang Qingyi said coldly.

”Brother...” Wang Qingshan was anxious.

Just as he spoke, Wang Qingyi raised a hand and interrupted him, his gaze narrowing into a line, coldly staring at Zhang Fan.

”Now that the sparring is over, I will take him away.”

Saying this, Wang Qingyi’s gaze directly bypassed Zhang Fan, landing on Qin Ergou.

”Wait.”

Zhang Fan shook his head.

”Is there something else?” Wang Qingyi asked.

”I wasn’t fully satisfied earlier, I also want to spar with you.”

At these words, no one spoke, the expressions on the faces of the Wang Family became intriguing, even Wang Qingyi showed an unexpectedly youthful clarity in his eyes...